Mabel: “Mama, when I have a bad dream and I wake up scared I think about you and that makes me feel better.”
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‘Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must live’ – Charles Bukowski
Mabel: I wish we could get inside the T.V! Mama! The dog is kissing you! That means he likes you. I think he loves you, Mama. He is kissing your face, and I am rubbing the kisses in! So they don’t blow off in the wind!
It is 6.30 am.
‘I just love bossy women. I could be around them all day. To me, bossy is not a pejorative term at all. It means somebody’s passionate and engaged and dosen’t mind leading.’ – Amy Poehler
Mabel: …Stop saying bossy!
Me: Well, stop being so bossy then.
Mabel: I CAN’T!
A Snapshot: Fannies and Fairytales.
They’re sitting at the kitchen table, eating berry yoghurt with teaspoons. Mabel has asked me for two baby sisters for her birthday.
‘I’ll name them Elsa and Ana’, she tells me.
‘I want to have a baby when I grow up’ remarks her brother.
‘You can’t lay a baby!’ she tells him with authority. ‘You don’t have a fanny to lay it with!’
‘Okay then’; he pauses for thought. ‘You can have a baby when you grow up and give it to me!’.
‘Like Rumpelstiltskin!’ she roars.
They think they’re very funny.
B(r)eak on through, to the other side.
Mabel: ‘You need to always have a big idea. Like that chicken that crossed the road’.
Life begins at the end of your comfort zone, or something.
Mabel: ‘This is so spicy I have to eat it with one eye closed!’
She says, of a kiwifruit.
A Royal Visit: Mae-Mae Style
Mabel asks:
‘Who is the Queen?’
I explain.
‘What is her name?’
I tell her.
‘Elizabeth! Like your middle name, Mama! What’s her last name?’
I see where this is going.
‘Vagina?’
No.
‘Regina!’
But then
‘…Does the Queen have a fanny or a vagina?’
Which is a good question, really. But I explain, as best as I can, to someone who refuses acknowledge the proper terminology. (‘I JUST HAVE HEAPS OF FANNIES!’ she roars when the subject is anatomically discussed)
‘Yes. I KNOW. But what does the Queen call her one? …I’ll ask her. Where does she live?’
Well…
‘Why doesn’t she live in New Zealand?’
Uh…
‘Can we go to her house?’
Not really…
‘Well I’m going to!’
Dear Mabel Poppy,
When you were 3 years old, you were hell-bent on going to Buckingham Palace to ask Queen Elizabeth how she refers to her bits.
Please, never stop asking the hard questions. Your sense of fearless equality is something this world needs a little more of.
With adoration and allegiance,
Your Mother x
